Wistful she sits, her heart another’s and lost in fractured thought
to places far and wide she wanders in search of life and love and more
while heavy the bonds of obligation lie and soul so sadly smothered
and then behind her came a tiger and ate her face off and she was dead.
Sorry but I just saw the photo and it made me laugh. I am sure she is meant to be all pensive and comtemplative but really, there is a big frigging tiger behind her and she is a slip of a lass and barefoot so there is no way she will either fight it off or outrun it.
Maybe she’s thinking “Oh bollocks a tiger…” and the tiger is thinking “Hello hello what do we have here you look delicious”.
And why on earth is she wearing that daft dress out in the middle of a forest. It’s going to get bloody filthy and there’s no way she will get the muck out of it.